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April 3rd, 2018 | 5:45 AM[/color][hr][/right]

The blaring alarm quickly jolted Yujiro awake, the teenage boy's dull eyes rising to the plain ceiling of his small room. He was lucky to have his own room, giving his living situation. But his mother insisted the growing boy have a space to himself within the home. Not that Yujiro ever really used it. The room was sparse, with a mat on the ground for sleeping in the corner. Next to it was a small digital clock. The walls were littered with pictures, mostly ones the teenager took himself. The others... they were photos taken by his father. They were far more professional, the lighting and composition a sign of years more experience. Yujiro showed promise in his photography, but he still had a ways to go.

Half of the room was sectioned off with a curtain. Behind it was a makeshift darkroom, but Yujiro didn't have much time to check on a couple pictures he developed the night before. For now, he had to a routine to follow. To start, Yujiro made his way to the kitchen. He decided to stick with something simple for this morning. He was a whir in the kitchen. Within a a half hour, he managed to prepare breakfast for three and prepared his own lunch. Once his Bento had been packed up in a simple box and wrapped in a simple gray cloth, the others in the house began to stir. Yujiro quickly wolfed down his Natto, fried egg, and rice.

While his parents ate, Yujiro didn't speak a word to them. Instead, he got dressed into his new uniform. He filled it in nicely, if tall and lanky are the ideal of attractiveness. But as the aspiring photographer looked in the mirror, he found himself scowling. His face wasn't particularly welcoming. It would be a matter of time before that and his poor attitude got him into trouble. Regardless, Yujiro fetched his pack and stuffed his camera into it. With a brief nod, Yujiro gave a small wave to his mother and father. Before they could say a word, he was out the door and down the street. He wasn't much in a talking mood when at home. So Yujiro made his way to school with little fanfare, just like any other day in his life.